My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 167

So that was it.

It wasn't that he had chosen Isabella over her, but that he was concerned about her safety.

No wonder, no wonder he immediately applied ointment to her wounds as soon as they left the beach, no wonder he had paid such a high price to obtain the "Realm of Illusions" but sold it to her uncle for just $2 million.

All this time, she had misunderstood him.

Cedric handed her a tablet and played a video for her.

“And that day when he 'kidnapped' you to Everglade, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to let you out of the car, but rather he was afraid that if you got out abruptly, you might run into those crazy obsessed fans again.

This is the surveillance footage from Glory Avenue that he had someone pull up. It recorded the whole ordeal with the fans causing trouble. The police have already identified them and dealt with them accordingly. Originally, they were supposed to apologize publicly to you and the whole community online, but since they are minors, we just recorded this video instead.”

Watching one fan after another bowing sincerely in apology on the video, Xanthea felt a wave of regret and remorse flood her heart.

All this time, without her knowing, Orion had done so much for her, just like in a past life.

But what about her?

Because of the audition, she had misunderstood him, disliked him, smashed his medication bottle, called him hypocritical and a pretender, and in every meeting afterwards, she hadn’t shown him any kindness.

Cedric asked, “Ms. Nightshade, after seeing all this, do you still resent Mr. Lockwood?”

Xanthea shook her head; her amber eyes misted with warm tears.

No, not at all.

“That night at Marlowe Manor when you passed out outside, it was Mr. Lockwood who carried you back.”

“He stayed by your side all night. At dawn, he even went to make breakfast for you, knowing you like sweet things. He managed to get some Everglade blueberries, and while preparing, he injured his hands. But, Ms. Nightshade, you didn’t even glance at it before leaving with Matthew. On the way back to the city, Mr. Lockwood fell ill.”

“What?!”

Xanthea stared at him in shock.

So, he was sick because of her?

She knew how terrible she could be when drunk; taking care of her all night without a wink of sleep, and still making breakfast at dawn, was he crazy?